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The Bikers Redemption: Sub Rosa MC - Book 2., page 1
J.A. Collard
The Biker’s Redemption
Sub Rosa MC Book 2
J.A. Collard
Copyright 2023 J.A. Collard
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Blurb
Three years have passed since Harley chose revenge over the woman he loved—Serena.
With his father’s death weighing on his shoulders, leaving Serena was a tough choice, but one he had to make. Harley knew it was dangerous for him to kill the man responsible. The consequences—Serena’s life would be in jeopardy.
Harley told Serena that things were over, and he left her thinking she was out of harm’s way. What he didn’t count on was that it would lead her into the arms of his enemy’s son.
When Harley learns this and sees them together on their wedding day, anger like nothing he’s ever known washes through him. He’s furious, feels betrayed, and should kill them both, but there’s one problem—he still loves her.
But how can he win her back when she’s a married woman?
The only way he knows how… by kidnapping her.
Dedication
This book is dedicated to all my readers who wanted more from Harley and Serena. I hope you love the continuation of their story as much as I loved writing about them.
Table of Contents
Blurb
Dedication
Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
Connect With Me Online
About the Author
Prologue
Running my fingers through my hair, I decide to leave it to air-dry rather than use the hair dryer, knowing how Luca loves my natural waves. Grabbing the champagne glass, I swallow the remaining bubbles, then hang the used towels on the back of the door before opening it to head back into my room.
It’s dark outside now, and just as I place my empty champagne glass on the side table to switch on the lamp, I scream because there, sitting on the edge of the bed, is a man I can’t make out. The room is so dark, but I can see his silhouette.
“Hello, Serena. It’s been a while.”
Chapter One
SERENA
Is it?
Could it really be?
Shaking, I ask, “What the hell are you doing here, Harley? Are you crazy?” I shout, stepping closer to him. He stands, and when he does, he’s only inches away. That was a big mistake because his familiar scent of cologne, cigarettes, and leather hit my senses, and I immediately become weak in the knees.
My body ignites in recognition, and I instantly feel the familiar burn between my thighs.
It is Harley, but he’s different. He is not the boy I knew three years ago. This Harley is larger than life. He’s taller, wider, and his face is harder with a five-o’clock shadow. This man is sexier than ever, if that’s at all possible.
“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before, Serena.”
“What?” I asked, confused.
“You’re trying to hide your body from me, but there’s no use. I’ve seen every inch.”
His voice is low and husky, and I don’t recognize it.
He steps closer, his heat seeping into mine.
“Even now, your body is responding to me,” Harley whispers, his hand cupping my cheek. He’s so damn cocky like he knows exactly how my body works. Well, he may be right. Even so, he lost that right years ago when he decided he didn’t want me.
I need to get myself out of this situation and think fast.
My phone, that’s it. It’s in the bathroom. I need to get to it.
Pulling away from his touch, I turn and run toward the en suite, knowing that once I’m in there, I can lock the door and call for help. My imagination was right. It was Harley I saw in the marquee when I was dancing. Did he have anything to do with Javier’s death?
Just as I’m about to reach the door, he grabs me from behind and lifts me, bridal style. I kick, scream, and try to scratch his eyes out, but instead, I scratch his cheek.
I’m panting angrily. How dare he come here. How dare he come into my room on my wedding night and think that the past doesn’t matter.
After all these years, he chose this special day to finally show his face to me.
Harley throws me on the bed, and I scurry into a seated position, trying desperately to pull my negligee back down. Smirking, he brings his finger up to his cheek, where I ripped his skin with my nails, causing a streak of blood to appear on his sun-kissed face.
He licks the blood off his finger before sucking it into his mouth, his gaze shifting from my legs to my breasts that spill from my negligee.
With a pop, he withdraws his finger and sneaks his tongue out to lick his lips.
“You made me bleed, Serena. Same old wildcat,” he teases, moving closer to the bed like a predator stalking its prey. “Although I wonder…” he says with a smirk, “… if this wild cat still scratches her lover’s back when she comes… hard!”
Oh my God, my cheeks flush at the memory of Harley and me having sex. Those intimate times when he was on top of me, making me scream and scratch when he brought me to orgasm.
But that was the Harley I used to know.
The older, crazy, gorgeous man standing before me now is no longer that boy. He’s a man who I would hate to be on the wrong side of. He has a scar above his left eyebrow that wasn’t there before, and I can make out a tattoo on his right arm that starts at his wrist and ends at his neck. His biceps are so big that his shirt may tear if he strains them.
His abs are visible under his white T-shirt, and his motorcycle club cut is open at his chest but covers his back. Cut—I never understood why they call it that. Isn’t it just a leather vest? Why not call it as it is?
Women must throw themselves at him because if he weren’t the Harley I used to know, I’d confuse him with a god standing here with those blue eyes, dark and messy hair, and bronzed skin. The thought of him kissing other women irritates me, and I immediately bury that jealousy. I have no right to be jealous. He’s not mine, so he’s free to kiss and sleep with whoever and how many women he likes.
“That’s right,” I hiss, laying back against the headboard. “This older woman has more sense now. I’m not the same naïve girl who would have done anything for the man she loved and put him first. No, that girl has left.”
Cocking his head to the side, he smirks and slowly places his knees on the edge of the bed. My heart picks up a beat, and suddenly, I feel caged in with nowhere to run.
Harley is fast, and even if I try to jump off the bed, he’ll catch me before I can run out of the room. He’s already proved he can outrun me. With all the muscles he’s carrying, he’s also swift on his feet.
Harley’s eyes bore into mine, and I hold my breath. It’s as if he can see straight into my soul with just one stare.
“That’s where you’re wrong, wildcat. I believe you are the same girl I knew back then.” He slides on his knees to get a little closer. “Only now you’re a married woman.” Disgust fills his voice.
He inches closer…
“And one who’s married to the enemy.”
Just as I’m about to answer, he seizes my ankles and slides me down the bed toward him. I scream, but he ignores me. His hands cup the back of my thighs. As I watch him, his eyes grow heavy and settle on my exposed pussy, making me feel vulnerable.
Damn me for thinking it was a good idea not to wear underwear. I would feel better knowing he couldn’t see the most intimate part of my body.
My heart quickens when I wonder what he’ll do next. When I try to pull free, he continues to hold me down with his firm grip. My clit throbs as he groans and bites his bottom lip, his eyes dilating with need.
Oh, fuck. I am instantly damp between my thighs, and my clit feels like it will explode.
“Look at how swollen you are for me, baby. I bet if I touch you, you would be wet for me, wouldn’t you?”
Shaking my head, I lie. “You would be wrong. I’m as dry as a desert for you.”
He smirks like he knows I’m lying, and I say a brief prayer he doesn’t prove me wrong because it’s true. I am a liar. My body is aching for his touch and is betraying my mind.
“Liar,” he whispers. “You know, I might just have that taste now.”
“Don’t, please,” I beg.
He looks at me, his stare challenging. “What’s wrong, Serena? You worried you will lose control as soon as my mouth is on you?”
Gasping, I try to squeeze my thighs, but his hands move up to my knees, keeping them apart.
“Tell me, Serena…” he kneels between my open thighs now, and his palms run down the insides, stopping at their apex, “… have you missed me? Have you missed how I fuck you, bringing you to orgasm with just my mouth, not even needing to use my cock?”
Oh God!
Swallowing hard, I try to focus on anything else other than his mouth on me.
He laughs a husky laugh. “If I’m correct, it seems your body wants this.”
In one quick movement, he pins me down and lays on top of me. He moves, rubbing his hardness against my center, causing friction that my body is responding to and craving. I try to push him off me, but he’s too strong. His hands pin my wrists above my head, making it impossible for me to break free. His lips are just above mine, and he licks my jawline to my ear, where he traces the outside, then whispers, “Tell me, does Luca make you feel like this?” He grinds into me, and the ache deepens.
He leans down to kiss me, but I turn my head to the side, not allowing him access to my mouth.
“Okay, if that’s how you want to play it, then let’s play, wildcat,” he challenges.
“If you touch me, I’ll scream.” I spit.
“Is that right? Well, I believe you will scream, but not for me to leave you alone, but for me to fuck you.” He’s so smug. “If memory serves me well, I can recall exactly what part of your body makes you scream.”
He holds both my wrists in one hand and moves his free hand to travel down my neck to my torso, and then he cups my pussy, using his palm to place pressure there. I try to break free once again, but I can’t because his body is so goddamn heavy I can’t move an inch.
“Don’t! Please don’t,” I beg.
“Mmm… you feel so good. What’s wrong, Serena? Scared, are you? I’ll prove to you just how much you still want me. I’m going to make you regret marrying that pissant.”
I look up into his face, and the young boy I knew is gone, replaced by a man who has revenge in his eyes. The eyes that used to be filled with love, adoration, and longing now show hatred.
He leans down, and before I know it, his lips are on mine. I want to pull back and yell but can’t because my body is treacherous. It’s loving the familiar feel of his fingers that are placing light strokes on the inside of my thighs. His tongue delves into my mouth, demanding entrance, seeking mine. But he doesn’t give in. Suddenly, Harley is sucking mine into his mouth before I know it. As we lose control, he bites down on my bottom lip, leaving us with the taste of copper.
His fingers are next. He rubs my bud in circular motions, making me even wetter than I already am.
“So wet, baby, so fuckin’ perfect,” he hisses between kisses.
“Do you know how much I missed this? Missed you? This pussy is mine. You understand me?” he says between kisses.
“Mine! That fuckin’ husband of yours will never have what is mine again. Do you understand me? I own it, I own you, and I won’t ever give you up. I’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry I let you go.”
His words are driving me absolutely crazy. They’re so honest and sexy and have me going wild.
“Please,” I beg, and I hate myself for wanting exactly what he said I would. I want him now, inside me, giving me the release I know he can give.
One finger enters me, and I arch my back, crying out at the pleasure it brings. “That’s it, baby, that’s what I want to hear. How about now?” He enters a second finger.
“Oh God. God, Harley.”
“That’s it, Serena. I want you screaming out my name when I fuck you. I’m going to fuck Luca out of you and make sure you remember exactly who owns you.”
His hot mouth sucks on my nipple through the satin fabric, and he bites down, causing pleasurable pain. I cry out again, and his fingers pump faster while his thumb circles my clit. My hands slide through his hair and push, bringing him closer to my breasts. He keeps sucking me there and then continues down my body, kissing and licking a trail over my torso, reaching his goal.
I hate myself for allowing this to happen, but when it comes to Harley, no is not in his vocabulary. Even though I asked him not to, he knows that once his mouth is on mine, it drives me wild just as it does to him.
He keeps fingering me as his tongue slides through my folds. I ride his mouth while my hands remain in his hair, shouting my pleasure.
Sucking my swollen bud into his mouth, he releases it with a pop and flicks it with his tongue while his fingers reach for that tender spot.
That is my undoing. Pleasure rips through me to my toes. My head thrashes from side to side, and my body shakes with the intensity of the moment. His mouth is now on mine, kissing me deeply. I can taste myself on his lips, and it drives me wild.
I haven’t come this hard since the last time I was in Harley’s bed. Luca is a great lover, but he’s never gone down on me. He says it’s not his style, but I didn’t really care. However, Harley has just made me realize how much I’ve missed it.
Suddenly, his mouth leaves mine, and he jumps off the bed, looking down at me.
Coming down from the high, I meet his stare, confused. Didn’t he just say he was going to fuck me? What made him stop? Shame washes over me from the fact that I let him have me. Today is my wedding day, and I’ve already broken my vows.
Damn him for making me crave his touch.
His eyes give away that he knows he got to me.
Mine move from him to the bulge between his legs. He may try to distance himself from me, but it’s clear he’s as turned on as I am. So why didn’t he just take me here and now?
Only moments ago, I was begging him for more.
Slowly, I get up from the bed and stand to face him.
“What are you doing here, Harley? Did you do it? Did you kill Javier Clemente?”
He smirks.
“Why do you ask? Don’t tell me you cared for that murdering son of a bitch?” He growls out the words, and I realize I was right. He killed him. But why? Why did he hate him so much?
Three years ago, he was out for revenge on the man who killed his father. Could Javier have had anything to do with that?
‘‘Start packing your belongings. You’re coming with me,” he orders.
Shocked and confused, I ask, “What do you mean I’m coming with you? I don’t think so.”
He leans down and grabs my bag from the floor, pulling out my jeans and a sweater and throwing them on the bed. “Here, put these on. I can’t have you walking out of here like that.”
His eyes travel down the length of me, then back up. “And put on some underwear.”
“You must be crazy if you think I’m going anywhere with you.” I huff. “Are you forgetting that I’m married?” I ask, lifting my hand to him, showing off my wedding ring.
He steps closer. Gripping the back of my neck, he brushes his lips to mine.
“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that because you don’t belong to anyone else but me.” He licks his bottom lip.
